However, Yi Jian still pressed her body firmly, stretched out his hands, grabbed the wrists of her hands with one hand, placed them on top of her head, and touched her face with the other hand, leaving her with nowhere to escape.
His kiss fell again.
We are entangled in every possible way, regardless of you and me.
Zhong Qing's face turned red completely, she opened her eyes, her eyes shone with a silky luster, she opened her lips slightly, trying to stop him: "Young Master..."
This opening gave him a bigger gap.
Without hesitation, he penetrated the tip of his tongue between her lips and teeth.
Zhong Qing couldn't help but tremble all over her body, and felt discouraged. But she couldn't say a word, and her thoughts became confused.
Perhaps it was her initiative last night that kept him thinking about her, and all that remained in his mind were those fragrant and beautiful pictures.
In my sleep, I tossed and turned and fantasized.
Immediately, I couldn't bear it any longer and began to attack quietly.
Now, she woke up, it was already dark, but it was especially beautiful to come here...
Zhong Qing had already had a premonition of what Yi Jian was doing. She had slept with him many times and was very aware of his longings and desires. Now this kiss was lingering and pathos, with a hint of death.
Her body's desire...was flowing like a tide towards the bottom of her body, and she could even clearly feel something warm and soft overflowing.
Yi Jian's kiss gradually became lighter, then left her lips, fell on her neck, and finally moved to her collarbone.
He nibbled gently, feeling that she was thin yet fleshy. She felt soft and soft to the touch, but she looked very slender.
He took a deep breath on her collarbone: "I want to eat you..."
His sensitive tongue brushed gently over her skin, with a slow lick and bite.
Zhongqing's legs became weak.
Panting slowly, his cheeks turned red from the feeling in his body.
She tilted her head, looking thoughtful, and after a long while, she said softly: "I want to 'bite' you..."
"Murder your husband?" Yi Jian's low voice, full of drunkenness, kissed her relentlessly, and her fingers had already begun to unbutton her clothes...
